Within her walls the shadows ride
On razor blades of gold
And beauty dreams of suffering
Possessed by sickness cold
Her eyes are dead as marble bone
So soft the flesh that wanes
The mirror like a sleeping god
Ignoring yet her pain
The ghost of sleep hold no release
She stays awake to bleed
But sanguine tears and pretty words
Will never see her freed
Her eyes are dead as marble bone
So soft the flesh that wanes
The mirror like a sleeping god
Ignoring yet her pain
Poor beauty weeps in darkness still
Her hands encased in stone
That echoes her silent screaming
And the flesh is afraid of the bone
Her eyes are dead as marble bone
So soft the flesh that wanes
The mirror like a sleeping god
Ignoring yet her pain